Hungry Hearts_Spring Equinox_A Case of Bed Bugs_The Fifth Wave
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Hungry Hearts
I don't really feel anything anymore. I don't know when this happened or started, I just know I don't feel things anymore. Every day I wake up early and get ready before Mary or the kids wake up. I have to travel for well over an hour just to get to work. There, I still don't really know what I amwww.onedoor.cc doing. At this point, it feels like they are just keeping me around because I have been loyal to this company for so long when I just wasn't ever offered anything else. I wasn’t looking for anything either now that I think about it. I don't talk a lot. People who tried to talk to me have failed and g...
Spring Equinox
SPRING EQUINOXWritten by Lavinia M. Hughes1994: PROVINCETOWN, MASSACHUSETTS. Ecstatic at not having to bundle up in three layers of clothing, Stephanie hopped in her car and headed for Route 6 in Provincetown from her home in Truro, the neighboring town. She didn’t mind observing the 45 mph speed limit as it gave her time to see the beauty of the first day of spring on Cape Cod. Her car dashboard told her the temperature was 60°F. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was a cloudless, clear blue. She rolled down the windows and inhaled the heady, newly moist scent of the Atlantic.There were...
A Case of Bed Bugs
I can have the house cleaned or fumigated or demolished. Or exploded or burned. I say, I’m quite partial to the explosion. Or burning. The serviceman pauses. We don’t really offer that Sir, he says. Why not, I say. I’ve seen it in the movies. In fact there's a scene at the end of - is it the second or first season of Mr Robot or maybe it's in Fight Club, where a whole city of buildings gets demolished. I quite like that image, even if I can't pin down its ancestry. It's burned into my brain. That's my vision for this thing. He looks at me wearily. Like I said Sir, in most cases like these--...
The Fifth Wave
“Well, I appreciate your kindest regards, gentlemen—but I must get back to work,” he said graciously, standing up to leave the café, affixing his silk top hat and holding his calfskin gloves. “Oh, don’t leave yet, COVID,” Flu said. “You’ve been so busy this past year, and we haven’t heard all of your plans for the coming one. How many more political careers will you topple? How many more economies will you destabilize?” Flu laughed, pausing only to sip his sherry. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself, my boy.”“I agree with Flu, COVID,” proclaimed the Manchurian Plague. “I’ve been so impresse...